The Girl in the Turquoise Shirt

When I was in high school I spent a week in Tijuana, Mexico building houses for poor people. That trip changed me. Or more precisely, one little girl in a turquoise shirt did. My boyfriend’s church group was going over spring break and they needed more volunteers, preferably who could speak Spanish. I volunteered. Admittedly,Continue reading “The Girl in the Turquoise Shirt”

Tales of an Introvert Living in an Extravert’s World

I am an introvert. That doesn’t mean that I’m shy, exactly. It’s more that I require lots of time on my own, getting lost in the world of my imagination. That’s part of what I love so much about traveling solo—it’s a perfect excuse to interact when and how I wish and then retract, replenishing myContinue reading “Tales of an Introvert Living in an Extravert’s World”

It’s Always Sunny Above the Clouds

It’s always sunny above the clouds. That’s my first thought when taking off through the fog and gray, at the moment when blinding light bursts through the haze into the infinitely blue sky above. I love that it works both literally and figuratively, and it sets my travel mood to introspection. Perspective is a wonderful andContinue reading “It’s Always Sunny Above the Clouds”

Who Am I?

The other day while I was reading Harry Potter to my son I got a text from a friend I haven’t spoken to in years. It occurred to me that while my life has been a linear series of adventures and experiences to me, to my son, I am an entity that began seven yearsContinue reading “Who Am I?”

Hypocrisy and (In)Tolerance

In my wanderlusting life I’ve spent a lot of time in various countries and cultures, always taking it upon myself to be as aware and sensitive to whatever norms are typical and acceptable there. As the outsider I have always felt it is my responsibility to blend in and not offend. Inevitably, there have beenContinue reading “Hypocrisy and (In)Tolerance”

No Place Is Home

Since I graduated high school I have lived on four continents. I’ve lived in houses, apartments, condos and a tour bus. I have traveled for school, for work and for fun. I have not spent more than two consecutive years in any one abode. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. But the resultContinue reading “No Place Is Home”

In Love With Humanity

I had written a post about something entirely different yesterday, thinking no one would mind if I published it this morning instead, but then I saw the news in Belgium: Explosions in Brussels Airport. 31 Dead, 100 Injured. Instead of posting that other blog I wrote to a friend in Belgium to see if sheContinue reading “In Love With Humanity”

Trump and the Myth of Disconnection

Imagine this breaking news: “Aliens Attempt to Steal Earth’s Sun. Humanity Doomed Unless Aliens Defeated.” As preposterous as this headline may be, it does one important thing. It unites humanity against a common foe. Lately in the news I hear a lot of “us” versus “them.” Whether it’s Republicans versus Democrats, Christians versus Muslims, blackContinue reading “Trump and the Myth of Disconnection”

Curating Life: Puerto Vallarta, Mexico

My friend Rio is a curator of life. He is one of those rare individuals who facilitate adventures otherwise left undreamed, bringing people together who would likely never meet. Like a hummingbird he flits around the world, collecting friends, ideas and experiences to share as he goes. I don’t normally enjoy groups—being on the introvertedContinue reading “Curating Life: Puerto Vallarta, Mexico”

Have Passport, Will Travel

This week’s post was intended to be light and fluffy, but after hearing of a fourth friend’s death in three weeks and attending a beautifully teary memorial yesterday, I’m not feeling particularly light. Reflective, yes. Light, no. So I find myself asking: What makes a life well-lived? I have not yet accomplished what I wantContinue reading “Have Passport, Will Travel”